For a moment, he didn't care about making the still. He looked at Zhu'er who was cleaning the house with Fu'er and shouted: "Zhu'er, accompany the young master while I go out."
Ever since the attack on Zuihua Tower happened, and knowing that Zhu'er was a sixth-grade expert, he had decided to take Zhu'er with him wherever he went.
At least you should do this before you become a sixth-grade martial artist.
"oh."
Zhu'er turned around and agreed, "Are you leaving now?"
"Let's go now."
Zhu'er put down the broom, pursed her lips and said, "Master, wait a moment, I'll go change my clothes."
She no longer blamed Lu Fang, but she still felt a little inferior. When she went out with Lu Fang, she wanted to dress herself up more beautifully so as not to embarrass the young master too much.
Fu'er looked at it, but suddenly she pouted her mouth and hummed twice.
Ever since Zhu'er came here, the young master seemed to be neglecting her and wouldn't take her out.
Lu Fang couldn't help laughing when he saw her overturning the jealousy, and said, "Fu'er is angry?"
Fu'er didn't hide anything, and said: "Master, why don't you take me out?"
Lu Fang said: "Isn't that because of what happened last time? I was afraid that you would be in danger if you followed me out."
But Fu'er was not so easy to fool, and asked again: "Then how can you take Zhu'er out?"
Lu Fang smacked his lips, "This is a secret."
Then he walked up to Fu'er, exchanged the last two thousand points of worship points into snacks, spread them out in a pile on the stone table, and said: "If there is anything fun to do out there, just stay at home and get them later."
Ning'er, Mei'er called me over to eat and chat with you, don't you feel comfortable?"
When Fu'er saw these snacks, her eyes lit up and she nodded vigorously.
After a while, Zhu'er came out of the room.
Lu Fang was really amazed by her carefully dressed up appearance, and even Fu'er slightly opened her red lips.
With her small cherry mouth, beautiful nose and willowy eyebrows, Zhuer's facial features are really impeccable. The golden eight-treasure hairpin on her head complements her jet-black hair.
Lu Fang sincerely praised: "The bamboo is so beautiful. If you go out like this, people proposing marriage will block your door in a few days."
Zhu'er's pretty face flushed, and she glanced at Lu Fang shyly, "Zhu'er won't marry anyone."
Lu Fang didn't think much and walked out with a smile.
Fu'er pouted and held the broom, watching Lu Fang take Zhu'er out, muttering, "Young Master is such a big piece of wood!"
After leaving the county government office, Lu Fang went straight to He's house without taking Zhuer, but instead went to a shop selling fireworks and firecrackers.
There was gunpowder in the Chongqing Dynasty, so these things were already born.
As soon as he entered the store, Lu Fang said to the shopkeeper inside: "Bring me ten of the biggest firecrackers and ten of the biggest fireworks. Send them all to the door of the Prime Minister He County's house."
The shopkeeper is a young man.
Seeing it was Lu Fang, he hurriedly ran out of the counter, "It turns out it's Mr. Lu who came to the shop. He was greeted at a distance, but not at a distance!"
Lu Fang was slightly stunned, "Do you know me?"
The unlucky guy had not been so well-received before, and he realized that the warmth and happiness in the young shopkeeper's eyes was not an act.
"Of course I know you."
The young shopkeeper said: "Who in Ningyuan County doesn't know you now! You are a great talent in our Ningyuan County!"
After saying that, he jumped back to the counter, took out a book, and ran to Lu Fang, "This collection of poems of yours is simply the best in Chongqing! Can you please sign it for me?"
As if afraid that Lu Fang would not agree, he continued: "I have been reading your collection of poems every night these days. If I were not afraid of bumping into you, I would have gone to the county government office to guard you."
Crazy fan!
Lu Fang smiled and nodded, "Okay, since you are a reader of my poetry collection, there is no problem in signing it for you."
The shopkeeper hurriedly brought over another pen and ink.
Lu Fang took the pen and was a little dumbfounded.
I was so proud of myself just now, but I forgot that my calligraphy was extremely sloppy. In my previous life, I only used a keyboard, and I couldn't write well with pen calligraphy, let alone calligraphy with calligraphy?
Looking for Zhuer to write for you?
What others want is my own signature, which seems a bit inappropriate.
"Wori...I'm afraid the boat is going to capsize this time. Isn't this shopkeeper going to turn his hat into a hat just because my calligraphy is so bad?" Lu Fang thought to himself.
The young shopkeeper watched eagerly, seeing that Lu Fang was not moving, and said blankly: "Mr. Lu, what's wrong?"
Lu Fang scratched his head and scratched his head, "I want to tell you that I went out to read the almanac today and it's not a good time to write today. Do you believe it?"
I couldn't help complaining in my heart, "In this system, even pot throwing is a skill, why is there no skill like calligraphy?"
The young shopkeeper had a strange look on his face, "This..."
Is there something written on the almanac about not being suitable for writing?
Why have I never written this in my almanac?
At this moment, Lu Fang's face already showed a look of surprise.
Because he had just finished complaining, the system popped up a prompt, "Congratulations to the host, you have independently awakened the skill Traditional Chinese Calligraphy. Do you want to learn it?"
"study!"
What else is there to say?
"Congratulations to the host, you have acquired the skill of traditional calligraphy."
Proficiency... actually doesn't have a full value, it just shows max.
Is there no upper limit?
Is there no end to calligraphy?
Lu Fang felt that he suddenly couldn't grasp the pulse of this system.
Seeing that there are only about 30,000 worship points left, I am really reluctant to exchange them for skill points to add to calligraphy.
It's not easy to get some adoration points now. Just relying on the collection of poems, I can occasionally get people from Ningyuan County to contribute some adoration points.
But how long can this wool be harvested?
The young shopkeeper saw the change in Lu Fang's face and couldn't bear it, and said: "If it is really inappropriate, then I will ask the young master to write an inscription for me another day..."
Lu Fang borrowed the donkey from the slope and said, "That's very good. I'll come back to you tomorrow."
He still wanted to go home and give it a try. First, he would add a hundred points to his calligraphy skills and see what the effect was.
After saying that, he quickly changed the subject, "Hurry up and send the fireworks to Prime Minister He County. I'll wait for you there."
After saying that, he raised his feet and walked outside.
Zhu'er chuckled and followed behind.
When he went outside, he said to Lu Fang: "Young Master didn't practice calligraphy before, but now you are worried about making a fool of yourself in front of others, right?"
Lu Fang turned around angrily and said, "Master, I just don't want to write today. What's wrong?"
Zhu'er just laughed.
When they arrived outside He's house, He Zhengci and his family had not left yet.
A carriage was parked at the door, and two old servants of the He family were carrying things inside with grimaces as if they were mourning for their heirs.
Lu Fang looked at it with a smile and asked, "Hey, are you moving?"
The two old servants glanced at him with unkind expressions.
"The hatred value from Liu Yongquan is 33!"
"The hatred value from Wang Laogen is 33!"
Everyone could see that Lu Fang was not a good person.
They also knew that their master was framed by the county magistrate. If not, they would not have followed their master back to their hometown in disgrace.
"Hey."
Lu Fang smiled even more happily, "Where are your master and young master? How can I say that I am also a good friend of your young master, and I came here to see him off today."
The two old servants still didn't answer and were busy moving things.
They were coming in and out, but He Zhengci and He Chengcai were not seen coming out.
But the hatred value is quite high.
"The hatred value from He Zhengci is 99!"
"The hatred value from He Chengcai is 99!"
Lu Fang knew that the father and son were deliberately hiding from him.
He was not in a hurry, and just stood guard at the door. Anyway, he was here to earn hatred points.
Not long after, the young shopkeeper came over with fireworks.
Lu Fang asked him to place them along He's house, and all the firecrackers with bamboo poles were hung on the wall of He's house.